97 Unaware of the Oriole Behind (2/2)

”Ah, how could you think of me like that? I’m a pacifist. I hate fighting!” The Pyramid King looked around. ”Aren’t we all here for the same reason? Would you like to listen to my suggestion?”

Exchanging glasses, Lorenzo and Werner both spat out one word, ”Speak!”

”Look, we’re all here for that Eastern mutt, so there’s room for discussion. You want the thing on his body, but we’re different. Arthur’s hidden treasure is too whimsical. We only want something we can touch.”

”What do you mean?” Loreno asked coldly.

”It’s simple. We want his life.” The Pyramid King smirked, ”The Rossi family lost an important inheritor because of him. They paid a large sum of money for us to get rid of him.” He paused and looked at the Professor. ”But we all have too many people and there’s not enough to go around. What if we get rid of the weakest and then discuss who the Eastern mutt belongs to?”

The weakest? As soon as he spoke, everyone’s focus turned to the Professor in the center. They knew that the Pyramid King was trying to turn them against each other, but they could not help considering his suggestion. Indeed, the Professor was sneaky and held many fearful secrets even though he did not have any real power. It truly would be a good chance to get rid of that scourge. And he was just one person. Why should he be able to take the reward from them? Avalon was too small and it would be good to get rid of someone in the way.

Lorenzo swallowed his saliva, and Werner grasped his sword, both seemed to have planned something.

”What’s wrong? Everyone’s looking at me suddenly.” The Professor sighed, ”It seems that I’m the weakest one?”

”Are you not?” the Pyramid King smiled eerily and raised his hand. When he lowered it, the sixteen bows would turn them all into porcupines!

”I think that everyone should think carefully before going on a mission. What if…I perform a magic trick for everyone to enjoy?” The Professor laughed lightly. He raised his hands and clapped softly. The crisp sound resounded through the alley.

As everyone watched in confusion, the air behind him wavered. Suddenly, a beast appeared out of nowhere! Yes, a beast! There was suddenly a huge figure behind the frail Professor.

Like the descendant of a giant, the menacing shadow was more than three meters tall! It could probably turn the Pyramid King into pulp with one hand! If they had not seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that that thing was human! Yes, he was a human…

Wearing a dramatic and clownish donkey mask, the strange creature stooped behind the Professor. He held a folded bone saw like a butcher who had just gotten off work at the market. Everyone present felt raw terror in their hearts.

The giant was naked except for a dirty apron. Caked on the rough apron was dried blood. The layers upon layers of blood had dyed the dirty yellow apron deep red! The bulging muscles on his arms pulsed with his heartbeat. One could faintly see the blood vessels under his scarred skin.

The sound of everyone gulping was all that could be heard in the silence. Someone opened his mouth and murmured the name with horror, ”The Bloody-Bloody Butcher!”

The Undead, Strange Creature, Butcher, Child of the Demon, Horse-face, Bloody Nightmare…Of course, the most well-known name was the Bloody Butcher.

He was infamous for his impossible height, fearful appearance, and successful record. He had no competitors and left no survivors. Rumors of the strange creature had spread through London’s streets like a nightmare. No one would have guessed that the Professor had hired the creature and hid it inside himself…

Lorenzo stumbled back, his eyes full of fear. His father had told him what would happen if the creature began his killing spree.

Werner was more direct, and quickly stepped back. All the armored thugs raised their weapons, ready and waiting, but compared to rumors about the Bloody Butcher, the seventy armored soldiers did not seem to be of any competition.

”F*ck.” It was the Pyramid King’s turn to curse.

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Now, under everyone’s fearful eyes, the aggressive creature had not yet begun his massacre. He, or it, just raised his head and breathed in the bloody air. As his heart pounded like a drum, his skin turned red. An ugly smile cracked open on the clownish donkey mask. Under its feet, countless bugs crawled out from the tiles and fled in all directions. They seemed to have sensed the horrifying creature’s presence and began to run for their lives.

He did not speak, only lifting up the bone saw, and stood up from the ground. It was instantly level with the Pyramid King, and it stared at the short man hiding behind the big shield. Bloodshot eyes peered through the mask as if looking down at an animal waiting to be butchered. It was a human but it seemed like a demon. It was a creature bred with the city’s darkness and blood—the demon summoned from the city’s ugliest side.